When I was very young, I started to collect phrases and words in many different languges and within the years I created a big archive. In the first edition of “My Archive Of Languages” (2016), I opened the archive to the public.

This new edition contains updates and more phrases, new exercises, introductions into scripts and other features that were not included in the previous edition. The work is divided in the so called ‘manuscripts’ which are the collected files, and an appendix with ‘Notes’. These notes contain useful information about the languages, grammatical features, explanations to the phrases, etc., making it a general reference work. It is intended for polyglots who want to get a glimpse in different languages and work with them on their own. The book is multilingual, but most manuscripts are explained in English, though some are given in German, French, Chinese or Russian.

My beloved Grozny,
you stay still young,
the Cossacks founded the town,
but nowadays you are the heart of our nation,
our Chechen great heroes,
all enemies fear,
reconstructed out of a ruined town,
Chechnya’s heart is our mosque,
And flowers are everywhere around it.

I remember you, it’s long ago,
But today I know, you are far away,
The mountains are full of grief,
Now the dead are sleeping there,
Every night I hear their cry,
Every night I hear their death rattle,
I dream that I can live,
where children smile; maybe,
where I do not need to forget who I am –
Freedom, I love you!

The country of old traditions,
The country which is the paradise on earth,
The center of the Caucasus alluring freedom,
The stronghold of resistance,
Of a courageous generation,
Freedom or death! [the motto of Chechnya]
On the top of the mountains where the mountaineers live,
And death smells from the mountains of Bamut,
Gate to the treasures of Sharoy,
Tears like rivers in Kharsenoy,
The girl from Shali cries in January,
The smell of smoke on the boulevard,
Mansur, the great hero, was here,
The district of Vedeno is the heart of this land,
Dzhokhar died in Gekhi-Chu,
We will never forget the times of war,
Chechnya, come back, please,
My soul is this mountaineous land!

The mountains are huge,
a girl sells stuff in a village,
the roads are very long,
a Russian soldier drinks alcohol,
a Chechen wolf is powerful,
a sheep gives its wool,
the field maple blossoms every year.

The Chechens fought the Russians,
The wolf killed the swine,
Nowadays there are no more glorious women and glorious men who do not believe,
Stand up! Stand up, you peaceful
my delightful Chechnya!